I don’t know why a reptile falling on my head would give me a sense of optimism, but it did. I mean really, how many people can say that happened to them today?

On the north side of the yard along the fence lined by trees, I felt something fall in my hair. I thought it was a stick, but as I brushed it off, it felt odd and it felt odd because it was alive. A black snake or lizard, I couldn’t tell for sure, it burrowed quickly under leaves.

Mosquitos continue to love me—I’m scratching a bite as I type single-handed.

I met my first grand-nephew yesterday, just turned 7 weeks old. He likes gazing at ceiling fans and lampshades. I woke up thinking about him—I guess he made an impression on me.

The first bloom of a purple double-trumpet datura with a long story behind it opened yesterday.

And yesterday, I think it was a barred owl hooting at dawn.

The sun rose today in a nacreous silver sky, and set in a sky that had great depth, as though one was looking across a burning sea.

There’s either a barking gecko or a chirping frog outside my window right now—the local newspaper naturalist has written of both of late, leaning more now toward the frog theory.

Pecans are falling everywhere. I found the first one of the season, oddly, under an oak. I suspect a squirrel got distracted.

I have to post this bad photo. Does anyone know what these are? Close up, each dot looks like a tiny white egg or larva suspended atop a hair attached to the window.

The nephew’s going to have lots of stuff to investigate once he finds his legs…